Anne On A Mouse

[stevienick]

[apoemaday]

Death Is Nothing at All

by Henry Scott Holland

Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the next room I am I and you are you Whatever we were to each other That we are still Call me by my own familiar name Speak to me in the easy way you always used Put no difference into your tone Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow Laugh as we always laughed At the little jokes we always enjoyed together Play, smile, think of me, pray for me Let my name be ever the household word that it always was Let it be spoken without effort Without the ghost of a shadow in it Life means all that it ever was There is absolute unbroken continuity What is death but a negligible accident? Why should I be out of mind Because I am out of sight? I am waiting for you for an interval Somewhere very near Just around the corner All is well. Nothing is past; nothing is lost One brief moment and all will be as it was before How we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again!

[tvwolfsnake]

The Treachery of Images (This is Not a Pipe) René Magritte Belgium, 1929

[the-cricket-chirps]

Rene Magritte, The Large Family, 1963

René Magritte, La clairvoyance (Clairvoyance), 1936

Magritte painting La clairvoyance, 1936

[neon-wonderlands]

[henstomper]

imposter syndrome is so funny like fuuuuck i hope nobody finds out im tricking people into thinking im competent by knowing things and doing them

[theswisscheeserag]

“I hate school I’m sorry Malala”- Funny yet poignant. Acknowledges both the difficulty of the task and the fact that doing that task is a privilege. Gives credit to the people who fought for that privilege with a tongue in cheek acknowledgement of the irony of the initial statement

“I’m just a girl I should be home baking bread not doing calculus” - at best historically uninformed at worst leaps decades back in time. Refusal to acknowledge the charged history of education and slights the centuries of women’s labor it took to reach this point

[exxos-von-steamboldt]

[reallyreallyreallytrying]

(a bell rings, reminding me of previous times i have eaten) these memories are so good… might as well salivate. it’s my choice.

[cosmonautroger]

Annie Choi, Studio Ghibli

[thememedaddy]

[greelin]

you know what truly disgusts me… being able to feel my own heartbeat. it’s bad. don’t need to actively know what’s going on in there. don’t need to feel that. it’s not any of my business

[cognitohazardous]

dogs love using their horizontal nature to stand in front of you

[apoemaday]

One Art

by Elizabeth Bishop

The art of losing isn’t hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother’s watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three beloved houses went. The art of losing isn’t hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn’t a disaster.

— Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan’t have lied. It’s evident the art of losing’s not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

[goth-queen]

[bedupolker]

i dont have an angel and devil on my shoulder there's just a protestant telling me to work harder and a white buddhist who probably misunderstood buddhism telling me to stop wanting anything

[thememedaddy]